Safe Place ~ WayHaught

Epilogue

~Waverly POV~

"You're sure about this? I know crowds freak you out." I reach up and adjust the blue cap on my girlfriend's head.

"Waverly," she flashes me a smile that is so sweet it sends a shiver through my body. "I've been waiting for this moment since I can remember. I'm sure."

"Alright then," I pull her down and connect our lips. At first, it was a slow kiss, but dammit this girl is just too perfect.

I pull her closer to my body, not even noticing when our caps fall down on the floor. I haven't kissed her like this since Riverdale and holy fudge nuggets I've missed it. The way her lips move on mine with more passion than I think is humanly possible, it's hotter than hell. And I can tell she's missed this too.

Her hands leave my waist and tangle themselves in my hair. Can I just say one thing? . . .

IcyHaught.

She's so dominant and rough with her movements, but she's being more than gentle with me. The kiss is delicate, but passionate. I know she wants more and she's slowly taking things further, she's the one acting, but she's letting me take control. She's strong and powerful, passionate and dominant, rough and emotional, but she's also delicate and fragile, gentle and following my lead, soft and calm. I have always been in love with the way she is able to contradict herself in all of the best ways. She's everything I want and everything I need.

I can tell that this kiss won't end anytime soon and I am 100% okay with that. The feeling of her lips moving against my own gives me the best kind of butterflies. And when they move over to my jaw, my knees start getting too weak to hold me up. She can tell.

She's lifting me off the ground and carrying me over to lay on my bed. I really want to take things further, but we both know there isn't time for that. And we've never done anything more than kiss. I know we've been together for three years, but every time something gets heated like this, we either don't have time, get interrupted, or one of us stops it.

Which is what has to happen now.

"Nicole," I stop the kiss and we sit up again. "We have to be at the school for graduation in less than an hour."

She groans and flops back on the bed dramatically. I laugh and pull her up so we're both standing.

"Your hair's a mess." She laughs as she grabs my brush and starts pulling it through my hair.

"Ditto," I smile at her when she's done fixing the mess on my head. "Here."

I take the brush from her and start making her hair look decent again. It doesn't take as long as it used to. She decided to cut off half the length of her hair while she was in the hospital so now, instead of falling halfway down her back, it stops just a little bit above her shoulders. I like it short. I like everything she does.

The other day, she told me that when the nurses would ask her what her happy place was, she would tell them it's me. One memory in particular. A memory that I love more than anything too.

It was only a few days after we met for the first time, in tenth grade. She picked me up that morning to drive me to school. It was funny when she walked into the house and saw Wynonna cleaning Peacemaker. At first, she was nervous, who wouldn't be? But then, Wynonna greeted her by joking about her last name, calling her Haught stuff, and the tension was gone.

We didn't go to school that day. We just drove around and talked about our pasts. The part that she says is her happy place is when I came out to her. She says that she could tell, right then and there, that we would be together forever.